The Incomplete Love
Without Qia

Thoriq went into the house he lived in with Qiara. A house built from hard work.

Initially Thoriq wanted to buy a bigger house that did not need renovation. Qiara proposed to buy a smaller house but it could still be remodeled slightly to their liking.

They fell in love with this house. It is located in the middle of the housing with large windows so that each room is always bright with natural light. Qiara put on her skills, remodeled a little here and there, choosing a wooden-wood theme that made the atmosphere comfortable and homey. Their home is often an example of a tiny dwelling in an interior magazine.

Now Thoriq stepped into the house that had lost its soul. No more Qiara greeted him with a smile. There was no more Qiara's crisp laughter. Slender. All the rooms feel cold.

Stepping over the gontai, Thoriq entered the room. Take a look around the whole room. Thoriq placed his body on the side of Qiara's bed.

Pulling a blanket, dunked his face into a pillow, smell the rest of the scent of his wife's lotion that is still attached. Thoriq imagined her own nights here, enduring pain and disappointment, letting her husband share a bed with another woman.

Thoriq recalled the Netra Qiara who endured the heartache every time he saw the kissmark Hanna had deliberately left on her body. Thoriq then tried to embrace Qiara and sincerely his first wife returned to serve with all her heart. Delivering pleasure with wounds that never heal.

Qiara gave it up to go to Hanna and welcomed her back when it was her turn. Thoriq rubbed his face violently. The man recalled how troubled he was when he saw the two men looking at Qiara. Just looking at her, she was already so jealous. What about Qiara who let her husband fuck Hanna.

“Qia, Qia, sorry Mas who hurt you so deeply. Mas want to meet to beg for mercy.”

Thoriq reached for his hape placed on the nightstand. He called Qiara, leaving thousands of messages there.

Then he called Dhanu who always refused his call. Thoriq was almost crazy for worrying about Qiara's state.

Thoriq continued to contact Qiara's friends and no one picked up his phone. Thoriq wished Qia was with one of them.

With trembling hands, Thoriq searched for the phone numbers of the Qiara brothers. One by one he contacted them without success.

Thoriq wept lamenting his actions. Hanna's pregnancy news made her want to forget about Qiara who also needed her. The affection that began to arise for Hanna blinded herself to Qiara.

“How could I believe that Qia would hurt Hanna? Then I slapped him and pushed him with all my might. O Allah. Really dzolim this self.”

Thoriq hugged Qiara's bolster tightly. Presuming it was his wife.

“If Allah returns you to Mas, never will Mas sicken you again. Mas will take care of you Qia..” Tears wet the roll, Thoriq continues to cry longing for the figure who has gone away.

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For two weeks after work, Thoriq searched for Qiara. The man signed the house of Qiara's friends. Sometimes in between visits to projects, he stopped by their office. I don't know how many times he's been evicted by security.

Dhanu could not be found. According to the nurse, the doctor attended a seminar abroad. Thoriq went to his apartment, and got the same answer.

His life with Hanna became more bland than ever. Hanna could only stare at her husband who was silent on the sofa while constantly looking around to find out about Qiara.

Hanna begged Thoriq to touch her. His heart was blown when Thoriq took him to the room. And start touching it. Hanna enjoyed everything that Thoriq did to her.

Hanna was very happy, thinking that Thoriq had finally given up looking for Qiara and returned to her.

His hope was crushed because once his obligation was completed, Thoriq immediately left him. No hugs and kisses. Hanna looked at the back of her husband who came out of the room without saying a word.

“Mas, Temenin Hanna,” the door.

“Mas has already completed the obligation of giving an inner living. Sleep.”

Hanna's desperate. There was no warmth that he felt. His face was flat and the man was again busy with his hape seeking Qiara.

“Mas!” Jerky Hanna.

Thoriq put down his hape, walked towards him, looking at him coldly.

“Should you snatch Mas?” Her tone was gentle yet made Hanna bergidig. Her husband's cold netra rained down to her net penetrating to the heart. He did not expect Thoriq to have such a terrible side.

“Sorry, Mas.”

Thoriq said nothing. Keep looking at him sharply and coldly.

Hanna lowered her head and returned to the bed. Thoriq closed the door and returned to his busy search for Qiara.

In her room Hanna sobbed.

“I just want your love, Mas. Can't you love me just a little?” His matter was slow, worried that Thoriq would hear his words.

Outside Thoriq surfed on social media, looking for traces of Qiara. Qiara's entire social media network has been deactivated. Thoriq searched on social media of his friends. Even friends who are rarely found.

His heart grimly acknowledged his search with no results.

“Where are you Qia?”

That night he looked back at every word Qiara had written. Every word is written with pain.

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